Flickrness

I recently posted about the birds building a nest in my den, crazy huh? I didn’t think it could get anymore entertaining around here until yesterday. I was looking outside in my backyard and I caught another glimpse of a confused animal. This time it was a squirrel who kept attempting on jumping on a branch that could not support his weight. Take a look at it by clicking on the thumbnail below.

While writing this I thought of a unique story about an encounter that my grandfather had with a flying squirrel. I don’t remember exactly how the flying squirrel was found by him but the basic story is that he found this baby squirrel that he been living in his attic. It was old enough that if it was let back into the wild it would have trouble living, since it knew nothing about self-defense. So instead of him being put through those troubles my grandfather decided to keep him in the house and keep him as a pet. He acquired the name Radar. I remember eating dinner there and him flying from atop the curtains over the table and onto a bench that was on the other side of the room. After my grandfather illness worsened and my parents and I moved into his house my mother figured it probably wouldn’t be the best to have him in the house. Just to be safe since his natural instincts could kick in and she didn’t want me to have to get a rabbis shot. Radar was the adopted by my grandfathers girlfriends sister and carried out a long life with her.